Somewhere in central Europe...

My friend was dancing, she looked at me and in that moment, everything seemed to be one. The past and the present. Its been ten years since we danced with careless abandon together, ten years...yet, it was still her and I was still me...

We had always had an easy communication...our friendship came to us naturally. The fact that we were totally wasted and had no idea where our ride was did not bother us. There was really nothing much we could do about the situation.

"This guy is really good" she says

"He is fuckable" I say and she looks at me in mock disgust...

If I tell you that it was about five in the morning, you might not believe me...

We don't talk too often about the past. The mistakes. The regrets. The loss.

We know what we did. We know what we lost. We know very well....

But the people around us don't know...about those times, those nights...they don' know that on some days we had nobody but ourselves...they don't know that we had...what we have...

And so after all these years,  for whom, do we need to prove our friendship? Surely, not for ourselves. We have always known who we are...

Yet sometimes,...we find ourselves dodging others to be alone...making up excuses...we used to do that when we were 24...not wanting to hurt others...not wanting others to think we only preferred  our own company...

But we are 34 now...why we are still making up excuses to be together is beyond me......but she is nice and I am nice and we don't want to hurt people...so we make up silly excuses...so we can sneak away and enjoy ourselves...

"We still have it in us!" she says, her eyes shining, "we stayed up all night dancing!"

"Yeah...but I seriously need to pee".